She always plays the victim
And I always believe her
She sits out in the sun
And complains she has a fever
She can't help it that she's
An emotional hurricane
But if you never move
You don't notice the chains
She reads Bukowski
And she just loves Tarkovsky
And she likes all my favorite bands
Whoa
Baby she's so lovely
I could never get enough
Her and me are half as sweet
As gasoline and mud
Maybe I don't love her
Maybe I'm just really dumb
But she's like candy on my tongue
She's a street-walking cheetah
With a heart full of napalm
She's a blood-busting heart attack
Trying to stay calm
Why not pray for rain
And never water the seeds
Does all this jealous insecurity
Look ugly on me
She reads Bukowski
And she just loves Tarkovsky
And she
She's so pretty when she's sad
Baby she's so lovely
I could never get enough
Her and me are half as sweet
As gasoline and mud
Maybe I don't love her
Maybe I'm just really dumb
But she's like candy on my tongue